Thursday, 20 April 2006

A poem for my Father

Me and my fatherWalking on the golden pathWhile the Sun set behindPainting the sky in crimson redSpreading its last raysBirds chirping loudlyFlying back homeCow boys with their cattleVillage girls with grass bundles on their headsAll walking back homeCool Breeze blowing into our facesThe magic of the moment seeping into my soulWhile I walk with my fatherIn the green fieldsSymphony of cicadasFilling the ambienceTranscendental feelingsAs if earth meeting the heavensSlowly feeling me with spiritual energyAs if we have been walkingSince the beginning of the timeMy soul croons“My father”You brought me into this worldAnd gave me warmth when I was coldWhen I stumbledYou gave me your finger to holdYour shouldersWhen I got tired;You criedWhen you saw me in deep painYou brought me booksAnd inspired me everydayAn icon you areWho led by exampleHistory will forget youYou may not its greatest sonBut for meYou would always be a hero“My Father”Moon joins us on the journeyOur souls say somethingTo one anotherOur eyes smile for a whileAs ages just passed byIn a momentAnd we say together“We have come far”Let’s get back home(Dedicated to my father whom i love so much and part of my book "Three Generations")You can read all my poems at Enlightenment